Yea Yea

Hit his block with this chop, what it do? (Ooh, MP)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get his ass, Scoom

Yeah, yeah, aha, yeah, a'ight

Hit his block with this chop, what it do?

And I ain't trippin' on no bitch, boy, I don't never tie my shoes

Yeah, one bitch cool from time to time, but I like hos that come in twos

A nice bitch cool from time to time, but I like hos who break the rules

Super fucked up in the head, I'll get to switchin' moods

Might want a bitch who shake her ass, might want a bitch who up in school

I'm off this 30, if I get your bitch in a room, bad news

And if you actin' like you big and bad, I'm tryna crash too

And if you tryna buy this clean-ass Wock', I'm tryna tax you

And we do everythin', I'm crackin' moves, folks flippin' packs too

Yeah, I got **** that shoot from deep, yeah, I got **** that's hacks too

These hatin'-ass **** be talkin' down, I give two fucks, these racks blue

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When we chase him, hawk him down, chase him down until he fell

For all that runnin', stand over him, yell, "Scoom" and give him shells

My bitch wet, Wisconsin Dells, when I'm done fuckin', I gotta bail

I be pouring so much drink, I got the flu

Said I was done with the Wock', I bought a New Year's with a deuce

And now it's 2023, and bitch, I'm back looking for juice

And if you ever threw a shot at me, it ain't no calling truce

And if you gangster ****, drop yo' pin, and watch us ride through

They say, "Slick you make that gangster shit, that we can slide to"

You acting tough just cause you got yo' gun, I got my fire too

We hit your block and if you try to run, this Dracy grabbin' you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you **** haters

All my killers want face cards, you **** be created players

Quick to put him in a pot, he ain't get shit, bye, see you later

He was a out of town goofy, I think his ass was from Decatur

I got **** who pull cables, we ain't stoppin', they gotta chase us

I got blues all in my pockets, and I'm throwin' bullets just like Baker

Mention Scoom and meet your maker, I wanna fuck, don't wanna date her

Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, when we sign, they gotta pay us, ****

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When we chase him, hawk him down, chase him down until he fell

For all that runnin', stand over him, yell, "Scoom" and give him shells

My bitch wet, Wisconsin Dells, when I'm done fuckin', I gotta bail